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KANE'S POV
We finally arrived at the Abstract Paintings.
" I see no reason for me to take interest on this. " She scowled.
" Just give it a chance. " I convinced her and she replied with a groan.
We were observing the Abstract Paintings hand in hand till one particular painting caught both of our attention.
The painting it looks so vague yet so familiar, behind those shapes and lines are thousand of emotions that have been sealed.
In every shade of color are words that should not have been said, the painting looks so frustrating and complicated — lines that looks like it have been painted there for no reason and colors that were picked by a blind man.
Only few people appreciate abstract paintings and apparently Cadence is not one of them, but people appreciate abstract paintings not only because it holds beauty even though it looks like a hurricane just passed over it but it also hold meanings to certain people, like me.
I consider myself as an Abstract Painting: Complicated, frustrating, confusing, and an empty void without meaning.
" Does the painting hurt your eyes? " I asked Cadence.
" No, but it hurts my brain. " She said flatly.
I squinted my eyes at her, " Cadence. "
" I still don't see how this little field trip of ours can change my perspective in Art Kane. " She complained again.
" Cadence you don't have to love Art you just have to respect it, Abstract Painting is a way of showing someones creativity, exploring different kinds of textures and shapes. " I said to Cadence.
"So? What's the big deal? And I am respecting art does it look like I'm mocking it? "
Yes. I wanted to say.
I sighed, tired of all her complaining can't she understand what I am saying? Do I really have to explain everything to her? I took a deep breath before telling her this.
" Do you wanna know why I consider myself an Abstract Painting? " I asked her, she look at me with those pair of blue orbs and she nodded.
" I consider myself like an Abstract Painting because no one understands me, " I put a finger over her mouth because she tried to speak when she realize I wanted to continue with what I am saying without anyone cutting me off, she nodded and put my hand down— " People think they understand me but they don't, people think that they know what I want but they don't, wanna know why? Because I'm complicated to the point that people just give up on me, I'm a complete mess, they thought I'm easy to read but they don't even know if I'm telling the truth or not, they don't even know whether if I'm being real or just pretending, I'm abstract, I'm frustrating I'm— "
" Beautiful. " she continued on what I said she made me shut up not because she put a finger in my lips but because of her words — " Abstract Paintings. There frustrating, complex and just meaningless but there beautiful, like you, there full of mystery, like you, abstract paintings are cryptic and void but still art, it's hard to understand them but that's what makes people drawn to them, like what I am to you. I'm drawn to you, I wanna know you, the real you, the one who's not hiding behind a mask, the one who is not trying to look okay, the one who is not trying to look confident even though inside of him he is already shaking. " She said while her blue tantalizing eyes are looking at me — why do I feel like she's staring through my very soul, like she can see all the secrets I hide and all the monsters I conceal.
" Kane. " She softly whispered my name, why does my name sound so good when she says it?
She squeezed my hand that is holding hers, just like what she did back at the Parking Lot in McDonald's.
It feels nice to have someone to lean on when your weak, but the question is, How long will she be there? I know one day she'll leave because that's what people do, they leave. After you told them everything, your fears, your secrets, your scars they will still leave.
They leave when you're already attached to them, and your left nothing but the pieces of your heart and bittersweet memories.
I look at her, her eyes were begging, No I can't drove her in the dark, not her.
" The real me is full of darkness Cadence, the real me has monsters you can't imagine, your not gonna like him. "
" How are you sure of that? I'm not gonna judge you if you let me see the real you. "
" Everyone has a skeleton hiding in there closet Cadence, not because we are afraid of judgments but because it brings nightmares we wish to let go of. "
" Kane. " she whispered my name. Sympathy is clear on her face, I hate sympathy because if people don't find me disgusting they find me pitiful.
" Let us move on and forget about it there's no use talking about such thing. " I said and walked away with my jaw clenched.
I heard footsteps behind me but I didn't turned around. I just kept walking I could hear Cadence's voice behind me, she's calling me but instead of walking I fastened my pace.
While I was walking the speakers that were attached everywhere on the museum made a high pitched sound that made me cringe and a woman's voice echoed across all corners of the museum.
" The Museum is about to close in ten minutes. The Museum is about to close in ten minutes. " the woman announced.
I didn't know how but I just found myself at the exit when I finally was outside I turned around and saw Cadence drench on her own sweat and panting I immediately felt guilty of what I did.
She sat down on the cold brick floor and catching her own breath, I kneeled down and took my handkerchief and wipe her sweat.
" Cadence I'm — "
" I'm sorry. " she said while still catching her own breath.
My eyes almost leaped out of it sockets.
" Why are you sorry? " I asked her — still astounded isn't she supposed to be mad? Why is she the one telling sorry when it's supposed to be me.
" I'm sorry because I was being inconsiderate of your feelings, I'll wait, I'll wait for you when your ready to show me the real you, I should never have forced you to do things you didn't want to do, and for that I'm sorry. "
I sat down beside her, people are looking at us weirdly even Rico but who wouldn't? We're sitting on the ground in front of the Museum.
" I'm sorry to, I should've told you that I was upset instead of ignoring you. " I said to her but she only smiled.
" Its fine it was my fault anyway for being insensitive, so wanna go home? " She asked.
" Yes please, I'm so tired of walking my feet is starting to get numbed. " I said and both of us stand up and went inside the limo with smiles on our faces even Rico is smiling which shocked me since Rico rarely smiles.
Why is everything so weird today?
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Rico is already driving home and for Cadence she wanted us to drop her a couple of blocks from her house. which was odd, I wanted to refuse but she said that it was okay. I let Rico follow her just to make sure she arrives safely at her place and thankfully she did.
I look at the window and the golden gates that has a 'V' on it was the first thing my eyes fixed on, I saw the guards opening the golden gates and when we entered more guard can be seen.
The Vinadacci Mansion has at least five hundred guards and one hundred maids, and the Mansion was as tall as _____ and as wide as ______ it has 2 master bedrooms which is my room and my parents it has 10 guest rooms, it also has a ball room an indoor pool and a bowling alley and a huge library.
You can't clearly see the Mansion from outside because of the gates and walls that are to high up but if they see it they would think it's a castle rather than a mansion because it was Victorian style Mansion.
Growing up in this Mansion was my childhood and it wasn't really much of a good childhood, people think that as long as you have money your happy but not really. They say that I'm rich and I can have everything I want handed to me by a silver platter so why am I complaining.
But if I needed to be honest, I'll never wish my childhood on anyone.
Having a lot of money doesn't really assure that your going to be happy because once you get what you want, what happens next? Fame and Money isn't everything and in my case I only have money because people don't even know I existed since I've been trapped in this mansion for years.
When I went inside the blinding lights of the chandelier made me cover my eyes with my right hand, and from the side I saw two silhouettes.
And it was the silhouettes of my Mom and Dad, " Bouna sera figlio benvenuto a casa. " They both greeted me, there eyes were sparkling and a gentle smile was plastered on there face.
There aura tells you themselves that they are not the type of people you should mess with.
CARELESSMIND | YAANINIILALAAAA